Quotes by Chelsea Cain

She was a beautiful girl, but the lack of any spark dampened her prettiness.

Gretchen Lowell was beautiful in a very grown-up way, in a sophisticated, confident way. It was more than beauty; it was the power of beauty. She radiated it.

He had talked to hundreds of witnesses. And he knew that if someone felt pressured, they would try too hard, and their imagination would fill what their memory couldnt recover.

Josie, like Gretchen, isnt afraid of blood. What woman would be?

No duh, Susan said. You are like a walking vault of things you dont tell people. People who have secrets should pay you to hold on to them for them. You could be like a secret bank.

Ugly people kill people all the time. But when pretty people did, it got attention.

Her body was spattered with tiny bits of the reverend’s flesh and blood, like someone had combined shrimp and tomato soup and then forgot to put the lid on the blender.

Robbins had opened Gabby up. Her charred skin was peeled back, and her ribs were removed. She was pink inside, like steak that had been burned on a high heat but remained raw in the middle.

But people in masks were always assholes. It was a scientific law. Give someone anonymity and all social niceties break down. The Internet had proven that.

She lied to me today, Archie said.A teenager? Susan said with faux surprise. Lying to an authority figure? Impossible.

They were going to have a conversation, he realized. Archie didnt know a lot about women, but he had been married and he knew when a conversation was coming, and he knew when a woman wanted to have one, the best thing you could do was get it over with.

I have traveled a fair amount, and I have visited some great cities. I love architecture and museums and castles and ruins and central markets and even double-decker bus tours. But, I am a sucker for a tropical beach.

You know what I hate? I hate people who give me plants. The whole giving someone plants - its like giving someone a pet. Im giving you responsibility, Im giving you a thing that you now have to take care of for, like, a year until it dies, and then Im giving you sadness and guilt.

I am a control freak, but not when I travel. For some reason when I travel, I am able to surrender more than in my real life. I am able to let go. I think its why I like it so much.

Theres something about the Pacific Northwest, the scale of it, and the fact that not so long ago people came here and died getting here, and then died the first winter they were here. Theres this breathtaking beauty, just a little bit of moss on the tree, just this little thread of danger, and the sinister. And I really like that.

I love the fact that we are surrounded by this spectacular natural beauty that routinely strikes us dead. Hikers walk off into the woods and are never seen again. And still we tug on our fleece and skip off into the wilderness, not a care in the world.

Every year, I give my dad an advance copy of my latest book. He reads it over the next several nights and says something incredibly supportive. Then he clears his throat nervously and changes the subject.